Lion Head Mesa Anísychos

Sayf had never met someone so intent on taking care of themselves—on turning down any offers for help. The fellahin suspected it was not entirely the truth. Everyone had needs that were unable to be met by just themselves. Surely he felt lust or loneliness? But he knew he was unlikely to get those kinds of secrets from the guard.

The song Arsenio began to hum was lovely, though, and it distracted Sayf from his thoughts. He closed his own eyes and let the music drift slowly into his heart. That's nice, he said softly. I can see how that would sooth you.